"Cashley"

    "Cashley, will you be coming to dinner?" "Try and find the heads of Cashley on corners." "dutch, dutch, dutch, Cashley, more dutch, you understand?" Cashley, it has a nice ring to it. Over the past few weeks Anouk, one of our teammates, started to call Caitlin and I "Cashley" followed by laughing from her and the rest of the team but the name has stuck. Sitting at a team dinner we were discussing a clinic we were attending when the name became ours. All Caitlin an I could hear was Cashley being thrown around the conversation like a hot potato, although this time there was no laughing, they were really organizing the details of the event and including the American unit in the game plan. Embracing our joint name and our classification as 'The Americans' we were interviewed for the news paper along with a television station  interview that will be broad casted to all of Holland...questions about why we came, how we like the country and if it was what we thought it would be, yadda soccer stuff yadda yadda, interests, favorite: flowers, movies, hobbies, turn ons, turn offs....yeaaaa....we kiiiinda used the TV interview as a dating profile...we thought hey, what better time to introduce we are on the market then on Friday night television to all of the Netherlands?...Ha, unfortunately Caitlin and I were not the ones conducting the interview so it was not set up in a match making format...regardless, the message has been sent. What door we have opened by doing so, we don't know, but the good news is this door was not kicked in...we are holding our keys ;) .